It could be innate skill on Jude's part or arrogance on Marcus' that the other man slides through the invisible borders of this territory without notice until just now, but it happens, and here he is.
Water and saliva both trickle from his muzzle as he lifts his head, deathly serious as he locks focus on the man emerging onto the riverbank. Fur, muddled grey and brown, hackling over high shoulderblades, body moving so as to face Jude more squarely. It is, as predicted, the first indication that the wolf has moved to the forefront and taken control in its yellow fangs, slowly simmering hostility in response to such an affable greeting.
The words mean something. Language still translates, sinking through, even if he has no words in response. Ears pin back at what is easily interpretable as a challenge, the suggestion of what he cannot do, what it means if he continued.
The snap into the air is a warning, protruding fangs, wet snarl, and with it, the invisible push of will that he would expect to drive Jude backwards. The attempt, anyway.
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Water and saliva both trickle from his muzzle as he lifts his head, deathly serious as he locks focus on the man emerging onto the riverbank. Fur, muddled grey and brown, hackling over high shoulderblades, body moving so as to face Jude more squarely. It is, as predicted, the first indication that the wolf has moved to the forefront and taken control in its yellow fangs, slowly simmering hostility in response to such an affable greeting.
The words mean something. Language still translates, sinking through, even if he has no words in response. Ears pin back at what is easily interpretable as a challenge, the suggestion of what he cannot do, what it means if he continued.
The snap into the air is a warning, protruding fangs, wet snarl, and with it, the invisible push of will that he would expect to drive Jude backwards. The attempt, anyway.